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Chapter 46: (Aaira's pov)
The door creaked open, and I quickly wiped away my tears, trying to compose myself. Scarlet entered, her presence a welcome distraction from the haunting memories outside. Behind her, a few maids carried a tray laden with a steaming pot of coffee and a plate of cookies.
Scarlet moved toward the bed, as she gestured for the maids to leave, they set the coffee pot and the cookies on the beside table of the bed, as they exited quietly, closing the door behind them. Scarlet sat down beside me on the edge of the bed.
Scarlet: Aaira, please. What happened has happened. You shouldn't stress yourself about it.
She said softly. Her voice was soothing, a balm for my frayed nerves.
Scarlet: Please try to take some rest. Lay back down and focus on sleeping after you drink this, okay?
I nodded, appreciating her kindness. Her words were a small but significant comfort. Scarlet poured a cup of coffee and handed it to me, the warmth of the mug seeping into my cold fingers. She placed the cookies on the bedside table, a sweet, familiar treat that felt oddly comforting in the moment.
I took a tentative sip of the coffee, the rich, bitter taste grounding me in a way I hadn't expected. Scarlet's presence was comforting beyond words. I leaned back against the pillows, Scarlet's hand rested gently on my shoulder.
Scarlet: Just try to relax. You need to take care of yourself and the child, too.
She urged softly. I took another sip of coffee, savoring the warmth, and glancing at Scarlet. Her concern was genuine, and it eased some of the weight pressing on my chest. I took a bite of a cookie as well. Scarlet gently tugged the blanket around me, her touch soft and comforting.
Scarlet: Try to rest, Aaira. I'll be nearby if you need anything.
She said, her voice was a soothing murmur before she quietly left the room. As the door clicked shut behind her, the room seemed to grow colder, and the comforting presence of Scarlet felt like a distant memory.
I was left alone, the silence was heavily against me. An unsettling sensation began to creep over me, as if unseen eyes were watching my every move. The thought of the old couple's souls lingering in the house made my skin crawl.
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